Chapter 152 Love is hard to control -
"Mo Tingfeng."
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The "Name Call Ban" suddenly came into effect, and Mo, who was still five hundred miles away from Jingcheng, Ting Feng's uncontrollable figure flashed away and appeared in Fan Tower - it was outside the balcony fence where Song Weichen opened his mouth just now.
At a glance, I saw a red figure falling towards the ground very quickly, Weiwei? !
Without having time to think about it, he quickly chased the red afterimage, and when he was almost close to the ground, he finally caught her.
He grabbed her waist and hugged her. The little girl in his arms was cold and naked. He was not wearing a cloak, so he had to hold her tighter.
Looking around, he saw that Fan Lou had a soft spring flag. He flew up and took it off, wrapping him and Song Weichen together.
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Falling to the ground, even though he was holding Song Weichen in his arms, he still couldn't believe that the "name calling ban" just now was really her calling him?
Mo Tingfeng's eyes flashed, can she speak?
While thinking, the little man in his arms opened his eyes and saw his face close at hand. For the first time, the little man did not hide away. Instead, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and reached out to gently touch his face. Face.
She called him softly again.
“Mo Tingfeng.”
“Weiwei.”
He spoke softly and turned his head to gently rub her hand covering his face.
However, she did not respond, her hands slipped away and she closed her eyes.
Song Weichen had long been exhausted. After seeing Mo Tingfeng, his soul calmed down and he fell into a coma.
Mo Tingfeng also swayed slightly. He suffered such a fatal injury on her behalf, and the wound was torn and bleeding many times due to the tossing along the way. In addition, the whole country had been running around at a high speed for several hours. It's already the end of the battle.
Struggling to control his balance, he carefully placed Song Weichen on the ground. He could no longer hold on and fainted next to Song Weichen.
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When she woke up two days later, she opened her eyes and saw two extremely familiar faces.
"Brother Yuheng, Cang Yue..."
"You can speak!"
The two of them were surprised and happy when they heard her speak, almost speaking in unison.
Gu Cangyue was originally afraid that she would be afraid of him, so she deliberately sat farther away. When she heard her calling her, her eyes turned red, and she stepped forward to hold Song Weichen's hand tightly.
"You finally...recognize me?"
"Well, I remembered everything. Cangyue, I'm sorry, you must have been feeling very uncomfortable these past few days."
Hearing this, Gu Cangyue could no longer restrain herself and hugged the little man on the bed tightly.
“Since your accident, I feel like I’m going crazy.”
"I have never been so scared."
Song Weichen patted his back gently as if to comfort him. Who would have thought that the overlord of Wangchuan would be so vulnerable and helpless.
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Zhuang Yuheng was originally sitting very close to Song Weichen, but looking at the two people hugging each other tightly in front of him, he felt a sense of loss in his eyes, silently stood up from the chair on one side, and walked towards He took a few steps back.
On that day, apart from the grudge-breakers surrounding Fan Tower, he was the first to arrive at the scene. Both of them were unconscious, wrapped in a spring flag, and both were in poor condition.
He could only bring the people into Fanlou for emergency treatment. At dawn, the two of them were out of danger one after another, and then he took them back to Sikong Mansion.
Maybe it was because of the episode on the day when the love poison broke out, maybe it was because of the short time spent lying on the cold pond, maybe it was because the candied haws on Water Street that night was particularly delicious. This time, Song Weichen's accident in the house made Zhuang Yuheng even more dismayed. Clear your mind - it turns out that people like him will lose their bearings one day.
Originally, because of her amnesia, everything was reshuffled. He even had a glimmer of hope. As long as she was willing, he might as well express his feelings.
Now that Song Weichen has completely recovered his memory, to her, he has returned to the "Brother Yuheng" who was called the same as Ruan Mianmian.
After all, Huang Liang was startled by a dream and felt short-lived, and melancholy came to think about it at night.
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When Gu Cangyue reluctantly let go of the little man, Zhuang Yuheng calmed down his emotions and spoke softly, "Weiwei, how do you feel about your recovery?"
Song Weichen borrowed the help of Gu Cangyue. Cang Yue helped her sit up, perhaps because her memory and language skills had returned to normal. She felt much better. Except for the tightness and pain in her chest, she was fine.
"It's a long story. I was obviously stabbed." Song Weichen covered his heart and felt it. "But now I just feel a little pain here. There is no wound or bleeding. It's very strange."
"Ting Feng set a restriction on injury transfer on you. He took that knife for you and almost died."
Zhuang Yuheng explained in a low voice that this kind of thing should not be hidden from her.
Song Weichen was startled, what is the restriction on injury relocation? Could it be that the injuries on her body were automatically transferred to him? ! This fool! He is the safety shield of the sleeping world and the patron saint of all people. How could he be so careless and risk his life on others? !
Song Weichen's memories before he fell into coma came back, "I remember it was him who saved me."
"He was already seriously injured at that time, and he fell into coma after saving you. It’s passed, and I haven’t woken up yet.”
Song Weichen stood up in a hurry, her legs went weak and she almost lost her balance. Gu Cangyue held her tightly.
“Where is he?!”
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Song Weichen gently opened the door of a somewhat unfamiliar guest room in Sikong Mansion, and there was a strong smell of medicine in the room— - She insisted on seeing him alone. Gu Cangyue felt disappointed, but did not want to interfere with her decision. She just helped her all the way to the door without taking another step forward.
The man who always stood tall and majestic in his memory was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his lips pale and his face weak. The gauze wrapped around his chest was still faintly stained with blood.
Song Weichen unconsciously covered her chest. The sight of him in front of her made her feel heartbroken.
Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, she unconsciously held his hand. In her memory, she seemed to have never taken the initiative to hold his hand.
For the first time, Song Weichen realized that his hands were beautiful. The nails were trimmed very cleanly, the palms were dry and warm, the palms were wide and the fingers were slender. Her hand looked small when placed in it, making her feel safe.
Unfortunately, there was no response from his hand. Song Weichen unconsciously held it tighter, as if she was afraid that he would leave her alone.
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Seeing that his lips were a little dry, and seeing some gauze and cotton balls for bandaging his wounds on the table, he went to get a small ball of cotton, poured a cup of warm water, moistened the cotton and moistened his lips.
Suddenly she remembered that time in Wuqingju when he suddenly suffered from an old illness and vomited blood. He was unable to swallow medicine on his own. In desperation, she could only hold his lower jaw with her hands to cross the water mouth to mouth.
Song Weichen blushed unconsciously. Thinking about it, she liked him a little at that time, right? His mind is unclear, but his body is very sincere, otherwise how could he save a man in that way.
If it were another person, even if it was Ding Heran whom I knew very well, ask yourself, could she still be able to do this? No, absolutely impossible.
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"Song Weichen, I like you."
The image of his serious confession that day came to mind, but he was sincere but was laughed at by herself. Was it because she didn't understand the amorous feelings? No, she didn't dare to face it.
I don’t know how I will face Gu Cangyue if I understand this style.
I don’t even know how to face herself if she understands this style.
Does she really like him just because of Sang Pu's memory?
Or is it that Sang Pu's memory is just an excuse? It's because she has no idea and is hesitant between the two men.
The world is safe and sound, and I will not let you down.
What did Mo Tingfeng say? From Qin Dynasty to Chu Dynasty, I had to go to Long to look at Shu.
Yes, he is right.
Due to losing her memory a few days ago, she even had some unclear feelings with Zhuang Yuheng. Song Weichen sighed, and sure enough, the clown was herself. They were both very good, very good.
She is the "bad woman".
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Song Weichen was so distraught that he couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.
The brows are strong, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are just the right thickness. She looks very kissable. A "bad woman" has no sense at all.
If it had been normal, if she had "touched" her like this, he would have turned on the defensive, but now he didn't react at all. Song Weichen's eyes turned red unconsciously. This fool was so "bad" to her. "Woman", it's not worth his life to protect her.
The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of the soothing incense rising from the incense burner.
My eyes were fixed on the wound on his chest for a long time. When I touched his face, I felt that his body temperature was cold. Song Weichen felt a little flustered for no reason.
Subconsciously, she leaned closer to his mouth and nose and listened. It seemed that he was not breathing. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly reached out to detect his breath. She looked carefully and carefully, but she still could hardly identify the feeling of breathing.
Song Weichen couldn't help but shiver a little, and leaned down to get close to his heart, being careful to get close enough and careful not to press on his wound.
She wanted to hear if he still had a heartbeat.
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Without any warning, Mo Tingfeng raised his hands and gently held Song Weichen, who was leaning against his heart, in his arms.
Due to this movement, her body pressed against his chest uncontrollably.
Song Weichen was horrified and quickly tried to get up, "Idiot, what are you doing? You're pressing on the wound!"
"Don't move."
"Let me hold you for a while."